“It is too late for visitors,” she remarked. Well aware that the doors in this passage were much stronger than those in the entry he had just quitted he was neither surprised nor dismayed to find it fastened by a lock of unusual size. It was an excuse, dredged up on the spur of the moment to cover a slip. I next proceeded to Jenny Bunch's, the Ship, in Trig Lane—there I got the same answer. “Why should one pretend?” she whispered. "Leave us, Mrs.
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